I was telling here sometimes about my first Nikon pictures, taken a bit shy, summer and autumn 2015, then more confidently in winter, more or less challenging exploits, all the way to the Aegean Sea, summer 2016…

So, maybe a few sea-colored Sundays!

“Sometimes you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time and what happens is nobody’s fault. You just want to feel bad so you’ll feel better.”
― Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea

“But you’re right about this: Some things, down to the smallest of things, are worth the sum of all things.”
― Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea

…and then the floating, they were hovering, soaring, crying and… watching. Such curious eyes, but serene. Clearly, they knew the story better than me. I didn’t know what to do first, the ferry trip doesn’t take long so I had to make haste.

Without those salty-crunchy fluffy little snacks… they would have certainly ignored me. And I had big plans. To „feed” them, to admire them closely and… to snatch photos. And maybe to have cute small talk, why not?

And they were so delicate… Do you think that, if they caught my fingers with their beak, I felt anything?! No way, they were so graceful. I looked left, then right, maybe one of them would come, when another one whizzz… would snatch the puff over my head, out of the very blueness.

And, mission accomplished. I managed to take the lovely photos, and they… managed to untie me from reality, long flight breaking the curtain of light and warmth, cute little eyes, slender wings, elegant like the skyline. And… no exaggeration intended.

The blue was playing with my look, shiny azure trails, or deep navy blue. Not a very long trip, but now, if I just close my eyes for a few seconds, I can hear the murmur of the waves, I can see the foam… I can touch that expanse and the flight.

The arrival… words fail me. Maybe only the fact that a piece of my heart is still there, sailing snoothly among sun rays and wings.

🙂

Initially I meant… two-part reverie, two slices of much blue, but then I thought, the experience was a complete whole for me, the sensation unique and… legato. Smooth and so flowy… hence its serene beauty. That is why… flowy long post. I really hope you enjoyed it.

I realized only today, as I was looking at these photos, that I first stepped on Greek lands ten years ago exactly, July 2006. But then again, what does time mean when the Hellenic horizons are just… another kind of home.

The horizon…still there, unchanged but different. I was gazing, wondering where the expanse ends and I begin. But that unending high couldn’t help me decipher the mystery. Though, sunk in such magic… you lose yourself entirely, only to find yourself again.

An afternoon of much white… the seconds, like melted in the sun but frozen still in the air.
White was the time, and white was its glow, its moments of flight.
White were the petals whispering so close to the sand, and the stones guarding the quiet walk…

Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody’s lap will do.Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.Anywhere! They don’t care! Cats sleep anywhere.Eleanor Farjeon (1881 – 1965)

So, there we go. Today seems to be, well, have been, Cat Day?! International? Yesterday I didn’t know that. Found out this morning. And to be honest, I was quite happy. Why? Photos… what else! Cuter than cute. Though, the protagonists… Greek family this time.

Yes, yes, their royal highnesses, cats and tomcats of Greece. What do you mean… which?? The ones that admire that delightful, sprightful, insightful… turquoise all day. I think that’s even why them kittenish creatures have that dreamy look on their cute face. They bathe their feline eyes in those bright turquoise shores, willy nilly, meow-ing carelessly among tables where hungry souls happen to be at some point, in the heat of a torrid early afternoon.

And the infinite blue horizons lure them to another long afternoon nap… After that, of course. After they furtively ease their hunger, with bits of food from tourist supplies.

But then again, I noticed, you know. Their fine meow meow… stays Greek. 🙂